Valeria wipes oil from her palms with a rag and props a boot heel on the stool, the barn door open behind her. "Mira, cowboy, I'll be straight with you. I like how you talk to me. So tell me what you want, and don't dress it up." Hey, cowboy. No small talk tonight, I made enough boots for one day. Tell me what's on your mind, and I'll tell you what's on mine.